Hmm, shouldn't it take 1 day and 30 minutes off your life expectancy seeing as the day has passed? Or are they saying it makes you live 23:30 hours longer, but takes a day so you are only down a net 30 minutes after having fun all day?

As someone who treats nursing home patients, I want someone to feed me a cyanide pill if I live long enough to need full-time nursing care. I had a patient come to office with a diaper loaded with diarrhea. She was marinating in it. And you might as well have all your teeth extracted before you go into a nursing home because the nurses sure aren't taking care of them for you.

DubyaHater:As someone who treats nursing home patients, I want someone to feed me a cyanide pill if I live long enough to need full-time nursing care. I had a patient come to office with a diaper loaded with diarrhea. She was marinating in it. And you might as well have all your teeth extracted before you go into a nursing home because the nurses sure aren't taking care of them for you.

Young people seem to think that EVERYBODY ends up sick and in a nursing home when they get old. This is not the case. A lot of people live active, eventful lives well into their 90s, and reaching our early 100s is becoming more common as we get better at preserving our health and perfecting medical science. My folks are independent, in their 80s, and have full lives. They enjoy spending time with their grandchildren, and they will probably be around to see great grandchildren because they're quite healthy.

Yes, some health issue might come up, and they may spend their last days being cared for in a facility, but I'm pretty sure they're glad that they took halfway decent care of themselves at this point in their lives.

My point is that young people have this idea that being old is this terrible, horrible, pointless portion of your life, and that they couldn't possibly want those extra minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years at the end of their life, and that's just a narrow-minded, childish way to look at things. When you get there, you'll be grateful for the time with your family. You'll be happy to stick around as long as you can.

Provided, of course, you're not terribly ill, but that's kind of the point of TFA: It's the people who party and damage themselves all their lives who end up stewing in their adult diapers and breathing through a stoma before dying in a nursing home. The ones who didn't crap away their health when they were young are still camping, hiking, vacationing, and enjoying the world when they're in their 70s, 80s, and 90s.

Waking up around 6pm with a bloody mary, still hungover from the night before, you grope at your nightstand to see who has called or texted while you were passed out/recovering. Noting that your hipster DJ buddy has gotten you on the list for the ultra-lounge event this evening, you call up a couple buddies and go out for crappy Chinese food washed down with a couple of Kirins. You head back to your place, where the drinking continues, and a few girls dressed up to go clubbing (look like whores) meet you and your friends. One of them brought some tabs of E, which pair really well with the eight ball you were planning on bringing along. After everyone drops their tabs (and you do a couple lines in the bathroom with the chick with DDs) you pile into Frank's shiatty suburban to head into town. Someone may have puked on your shoes on the ride in, but by this point your head is already swimming, and you're pretty jacked- you doubt that tab was all molly. Once you're in the club, all bets are off. You huffed something out of a film canister on the dance floor, and watched a girl wearing nothing but latex body paint get stripped of it while you sit on a velvet couch doing a whippet. Because your buddy is the DJ, you head back up into the booth and bust out the rest of the blow, which you happily share with a girl dressed up like she's in the "Addicted to Love" music video, and she gives you a handy under the table while your DJ buddy finishes his set. A couple hours later, the sun is threatening to come up, and Addicted to Love girl is asking if you want to come to the after party and do some ketamine with her, but you've been grinding your teeth all night from the roll, and that, on top of the dehydration from the dancing and drinking have given you a monster headache, so you get her number, cab it home, pop a vailum and try to crash just in time for the sun to rise and keep you awake till noon.

ZeroCorpse:My point is that young people have this idea that being old is this terrible, horrible, pointless portion of your life, and that they couldn't possibly want those extra minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years at the end of their life, and that's just a narrow-minded, childish way to look at things. When you get there, you'll be grateful for the time with your family. You'll be happy to stick around as long as you can.

That's because everyone has a relative (or friend with a relative) who suffered with Alzheimer's. That's some horrifying crap right there, and I have no wish to go out the same as that grandmother; living to low-90s without major issues (and a few years in a home) like my other grandmother is ok by me.

Not that I care about Lohan, but that looks like a photoshop. And this article isn't news. It is pretty much saying that if you make a habit of an unhealthy behavior (i.e. a cheeseburger a day for 30 years), you are more likely to die sooner. They aren't saying that if you eat one cheeseburger, you are going to die 30 minutes sooner than if you hadn't.

Not that I care about Lohan, but that looks like a photoshop. And this article isn't news. It is pretty much saying that if you make a habit of an unhealthy behavior (i.e. a cheeseburger a day for 30 years), you are more likely to die sooner. They aren't saying that if you eat one cheeseburger, you are going to die 30 minutes sooner than if you hadn't.

Waking up around 6pm... pop a vailum and try to crash just in time for the sun to rise and keep you awake till noon.

/your experience may vary

Consume large quantities of methamphetamine, LSD, and malt liquor. Take one or two other pills pressed into your hand by somebody. Drugs more or less completely wear off 48 hours later, and you come to with only shattered bits of the previous day's events in the memory banks. The possibility exists that you were caught in flagrant delicto with somebody's girlfriend in a coat closet. Points of IQ have probably permanently evaporated. Maybe it would help if you vomited, but there's nothing to puke up. Your body feels like it's been beaten with a baseball bat, but there aren't enough bruises...

The Angry Hand of God:According to my calculations, if I partied every day for 50 years, I would lose approximately 380 days. I am perfectly OK with this.

This article does not account for the long lives of fortune 500 execs, most of whom were greek and did tons of stupid things. Same for presidents. This study sound like a frustrated human health researcher who needs to go out, have a few drinks, and get laid.